‘John,’ she said, ‘you’ve been touching me one way or another ever since you got back from your meeting. You’ve kept that little button of mine swollen non-stop, except maybe for a little while just after you made me climax.’
‘I’m flattered.’ He took the bottle in one hand and pumped a pea-sized blob onto the index finger of his other hand.
‘Is that enough?’ Sarah asked.
‘That’s the recommended quantity. We’ll see if you need more.’ His hand returned to her mound.
Sarah felt a slight chill as he deposited the gel onto her clit. ‘Now what?’ she asked.
‘We wait and see.’ John leant over her, his hand still resting lightly on her sex, and kissed her for the first time.
His tongue was playful with hers. The kiss was gentle, questing, nowhere near the demanding force she’d expected. She melted into it.
That ghost of a tingle started in her clit but that was no wonder; erotic expectations did that to her, but the ghost became a real tingle in less time than it took her to suck in a deep breath and the tingle got warmer until, just as it began to feel uncomfortably hot, hot became cold, as cold as an exposed nose on a prairie February, and then the tingle turned ferocious.
The pad of his fingertip was making gentle circles on her clit’s head.
A ‘Mmmph!’ burst from Sarah’s mouth.
John pulled back from their kiss. ‘How does it feel?’
‘Good. Fuck me!’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘That good, huh?’
‘Please, please?’
‘But I’ve only just begun to tease you, Sarah.’
She jerked at her manacles. ‘I can’t stand it!’
‘You have no choice but to endure it for as long as I decide that you shall.’
‘Hurt me, then, please, John. I’m sure I could come from pain.’
‘You asked me to tease you. Remember what Oscar Wilde said, “Be careful what you wish for; you might get it”?’
‘Fuck Oscar Wilde!’
That made John laugh out loud. ‘I’d rather fuck you, thanks, and I will, but not just yet. Perhaps this will help?’ He showed her a vibrator, a ten-inch ivory-coloured cylinder with fluted sides and a slightly lopsided smooth head.
‘You’re going to fuck me with that?’
‘Perhaps, later.’
‘Now!’
The sadistic bastard leant over her on one elbow and sucked her tongue into his mouth. Sarah wanted to keep kissing him for hours. He was as enthusiastic and artful as she in that department, but … Cool plastic touched the tip of her hip bone and began to tremble. The tremble became intense vibrations. She could feel it through her pelvic bone. His tongue pushed hers back into her mouth and followed it. Her lips closed on it softly, imitating the lips of her sex for his tongue-cock to fuck.
Sarah tried to twist her hips sideways to get the vibrator closer to where she desperately needed it but an inch was all the play her bonds allowed her. As John tongue-fucked her wet and yielding mouth, he trailed the instrument of torture slowly down the crease of her groin. It reached the plumpness of her pussy’s left lip. There it rested, vibrating her pussy, not penetrating her, not making contact with her aching clit.
Sarah mumbled, ‘John, John,’ and broke the kiss.
He drew back and trailed the squirmy wet tip of his tongue down the side of her neck, lapped its hollow, then across the smooth skin of her breast to her nipple. He took that engorged nub between his pursed lips and suckled on it like a baby, drawing it in and out, sending threads of pulsating sensation deep into her flesh.
‘On my clit, John. Please? Let me come, John. Do my clit and I promise to worship you forever. I’ll suck you, fuck you, you can fuck me up the ass – anything you fucking well want, just so you let me climax.’
‘You’d crawl for me?’
‘Yes, yes!’
‘On your hands and knees?’
‘Yes!’
‘You want to be my slave?’
‘Yes, please let me be your slave, please, John. Use me, abuse me, do whatever you fucking well like to me, just so you let me come.’
He told her nipple, ‘Now you’re begging.’
‘Begging enough? Enough that you’ll do it for me?’
‘Soon, or pretty soon, anyway.’ He ran the vibrator’s head along the crinkled crease where her pussy lips met and paused with it a fraction of an inch away from the shaft of her straining clit.
‘You bastard! You fucking bastard. You’re killing me!’
He chuckled and moved the tip of the vibrator to rest beside her clit, pressing into the crease between it and fleshiness that bracketed it. ‘Sarah, is that nice? Calling me names?’
‘Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean it.’
‘I’m partial to dirty talk in bed, though I prefer to be the one doing the name calling.’
‘Sorry. It’s just that I’m going mad!’
‘You really want me to make you climax?’
‘Yes, yes, yes.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Oh fuck!’ Sarah babbled, unable to form words, terrified of blurting out the wrong ones. She’d promised him everything she could think of and still he was showing her no mercy. Much more of this and she’d burst into tears of frustration. How could a man be so cruel?
His mouth descended onto hers again, this time ravishing her, demanding that she yield. He was the best kisser ever. She wished she could relax into his kisses but her need was far too sharp. The vibrator lifted. She heard its song change, becoming even higher pitched. It touched her, moved a fraction, then pressed down. He held it parallel to her clit’s shaft, snug against it, where its divine vibrations shivered through her pubic bone and trembled into her core.
Sarah twisted her face desperately away from John’s voraciously demanding mouth so that the ‘yips’ could stream out from between her lips in one long ecstatic stream.
When she finally fell silent, he asked her, ‘How was it?’
Sarah lay panting, her chest heaving, looking up with glazed blue eyes into his amused black ones. Eventually, she managed a carefully controlled, ‘Good, John. Very good, thanks.’
‘The gel works then?’
She giggled. ‘Yes, I think you could say that.’
‘More?’
The thought of enduring what she’d just been subjected to again terrified her, and was totally irresistible. She asked, ‘I’m dry. Drink first?’
He fetched a flute of champagne, held her head up and tipped it to her lips. Sarah let the liquid gold flow down her throat.
‘More wine?’ he asked.
‘No, not yet. Are you going to do it to me again, John?’
‘Not exactly.’ He cupped her mound and squeezed.
Sarah squelched, and she wasn’t ashamed. ‘I can take it, I promise,’ she said. ‘No matter how much I beg or curse, I can take it. John, I admit, it’s torture, but, please, tease me and tease me until I scream.’
He reached to her right wrist and worked the buckle.
‘You aren’t releasing me yet, are you?’
‘Only partly. You want more teasing? Very well, but I’m not going to be the one who does it.’
‘Who will?’ she asked, suddenly alarmed. Sarah looked from side to side. Had he brought a friend to share her with? That woman who’d recommended the gel? If so, how did she feel about that possibility?
‘Silly. There’s no one else here. I meant that you are going to tease yourself.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘You don’t have to, not yet.’ He picked up the gel container. ‘Ready?’
Sarah lowered her eyes. ‘I’m still … There’s still a tingle left, just a ghost of one, so yes, I’m very, very ready.’
‘Incroyable!’
Did he really speak French? It wouldn’t surprise her; he was obviously a well-educated man.
This time he pumped the droplet of gel directly onto her clit’s head. Sarah wriggled. The tingle started.
John walked around the foot of the bed to sit back on it to her left. He told her, ‘Play with yourself, Sarah. Diddle yourself, but slowly. Show me just how long you can make it last.’
‘Vibrator?’
‘No, use just your fingers. I want to see how you play with yourself when you’re alone.’
The tingling in her clit had become an erotic itch that screamed to be rubbed, but he wanted her to show him how long she could make it last. Sarah bit her lower lip. She was desperate for another orgasm but he was testing her to see how well she could control her own lust. Her needs were in direct conflict. Delay her own release, or disappoint John? Cater to her physical needs, or her emotional ones? She was tortured, and it was all his doing.
She’d show him!
Sarah turned her head, glanced at his rigid erection, then lifted her eyes to gaze directly into his. Despite her clit’s desperate craving, she cupped her right breast on her palm and gently compressed it. John’s eyes followed her movement. Pupils dilate when they see something they like, don’t they? It was hard to tell with John because his irises were almost the colour of his pupils, but if she watched carefully … She made her grip relax, then tighten, sending ripples through the firm flesh of her breast. Did his eyes widen? When she let her index finger flip across the nub of her nipple, did they open even further? How about if she rolled her nipple between her thumb and index finger? Yes, he definitely reacted. Sarah dropped her eyes to his lap. His cock looked as hard as a candy cane. As a girl, she’d loved to suck on candy canes. She used her eyes to direct his to his own rigid shaft and pursed her lips.
John grinned. ‘Bitch!’ There was warm admiration in his voice.
She wasn’t at all insulted, quite the opposite. It excited her. So he liked her to tease him back, did he? Very well … Sarah took her nipple by its very tip and pulled it away from her chest, elongating her breast obscenely. John’s face became intent. Good! She shook her flesh by her grip on her nipple. Jags of sweet sensation crackled from her nipple to her clit, stoking its need. Her clit sparkled with desire.
John’s left fist closed around the column of flesh that jutted from his lap. He wanted to watch her toy with herself, did he? What’s sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose! She’d get extra kicks from watching him as he jerked off, if she could persuade him to, and the best way to persuade him would be to tell him so, as he so loved her to talk dirty.
Sarah made her voice go husky. ‘Stroke it, John. Show me how much I turn you on. Stroke that lovely long cock of yours for me, please?’
‘You want to make this a contest?’ he asked. ‘Who can outlast the other?’
Sarah nodded and licked her lips. ‘But I’ve got that gel on my clit, so it wouldn’t be fair.’
‘Very well, though it’s intended for women.’ He picked up the little glass container and pumped a generous blob of the gel directly onto the eye of his cock. ‘Fair now?’
‘Almost fair,’ she agreed. ‘But aren’t you going to rub it in?’
‘You haven’t,’ he pointed out, ‘but OK.’ His palm glossed over his dome, spreading the gel.
Sarah watched his face. The corners of his mouth twitched. The gel had to be starting to work but he was exercising control, which was what this little game was all about.
Sarah twisted her nipple. John gave his shaft a long slow stroke. They stared into each other’s eyes. Sarah smoothed her only free hand down her own body, over the dimple of her navel, until her fingertips reached the smooth pillow of her mound. She pressed down hard, depressing and tilting her clit’s shaft, pulling its sheath further back. Exposing its pink head more completely.
Yes, he liked to look at her clit’s head, swollen and glistening from its coat of gel. His pleasure showed in his face and in the slight tightening of his grip on his own flesh.
‘Does it tingle, John?’
He nodded.
‘Me too.’ She smoothed a fingertip over the head of her clit, just once, even though inside she was screaming for more.
John changed his grip on himself to two fingers and his thumb.
‘I like to watch you do it to yourself, John,’ she told him. ‘I want to see you climax. I want to watch your face as you shoot your jism. I want to see it spurt out of you. Will you cream on me, John? On my breasts? On my belly? I want to see it.’
He retaliated with, ‘You’ll see it, but not until I watch you squirt from your pussy. You come wetter than any woman I’ve ever known, Sarah. Did you know that? It’s a rare gift. If I had my camera here, I’d record it and play it back late at night, when I’m alone.’
‘You wouldn’t show anyone else?’
‘Not unless you’d like me to.’
‘To that girlfriend of yours?’
‘Friend with benefits, not girlfriend.’
‘You could show her if you liked, John. I wouldn’t mind.’
He chuckled. ‘Wouldn’t mind? You’d love to have your climax recorded and shown off, you kinky little exhibitionist.’
‘You have a cellphone?’
‘Yes.’
‘Doesn’t it take movies?’
‘Why yes, it does. Not good ones, but it would do. Hold on a minute.’
Sarah cringed inside from her need to touch herself but she managed to resist for the thirty seconds it took him to fetch his phone and prop it on a pillow between her thighs, aimed up at her pussy.
‘There,’ he said. ‘Shall we continue our little game?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Why not?’
‘In my purse, I’ve got a BlackBerry that takes movies.’
‘But so does my phone.’
‘Record you, just your hand and cock, for my evenings alone.’
‘You really want to?’
‘Really.’
‘OK.’ He found her purse and her phone and propped it up against her left breast. ‘Right, it’s recording.’ He sat beside her, turned towards her, so that both she and her phone could see what he did.
Knowing she was being recorded added spice to Sarah’s self-fondling and made it even harder for her to restrain herself. She parted her pussy lips with two fingers and dabbled between them with a third while her thumb’s ball smoothed over her clit.
‘Beautiful,’ John sighed. ‘You personify pure lust, Sarah. You’re a remarkable young woman. Whoever gets you to keep will be a lucky man.’ His hips rocked backwards and forwards, counterpoint to his slow masturbation.
‘Come for me, John?’ she asked. Her thumb squished down on her clit and rubbed it.
‘You first.’
‘Do we have a bet on this?’
‘If you like. What stakes?’
‘A regular fuck? We haven’t done that yet.’
‘Missionary?’ His fingers tightened on his shaft, and accelerated their strokes.
‘Please.’
‘If who wins?’
‘Me.’
‘Very well. If you win, we’ll fuck missionary style. And if I win?’
‘Anything you like, John.’
‘No matter what?’
‘No matter what.’
He grinned. ‘You’re hoping it’ll be something really kinky, aren’t you?’
‘Perhaps.’
‘You’re so much fun, Sarah.’
‘Mmm.’ She made her thumb slow down. ‘You too.’
Still stroking himself, John picked the vibrator up again and turned its base one-handed, like he’d done it before.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘This.’ He reached over with the trembling toy and touched it to the left lip of her sex.
‘Cheat!’
‘No. Teasing you turns me on, so it’s fair.’
‘Fuck!’
‘We will, later.’ The smooth buzzing head slipped between her pussy lips and traced a line up from the bottom of her slit to push into her and press up behind her pubic bone.
‘I can’t stand that,’ she whined. ‘You’ll make me …’ Her hand
became a fan that frotted across her clit furiously.
In turn, John stroked himself hard and fast. ‘Come for me, Sarah,’ he demanded.
‘Yip, yip, yip, yip …’ She convulsed inside. Her essences jetted from her pussy.
John stood, still stroking, then leant over Sarah and ejected a great foaming ivory spurt of jism across her chest. Two lesser jets followed, one aimed at each of her nipples.
‘You cheated!’ she accused.
‘True. I concede. Give me half an hour to recover, Sarah, and you shall have your missionary fuck.’
14
JOHN SHOWERED FIRST, and alone. After her own leisurely shower, Sarah changed her hairstyle from twin bunches to a short ponytail. Bunches had been for the naughty schoolgirl’ look. She felt she’d graduated from that and deserved a more stylish look. The schoolgirl thing hadn’t been John’s idea, anyway, though it had amused him. She made her face up to be more sophisticated as well, heavy on the mascara, eye shadow and deep-pink lipstick. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes, unfortunately, so she settled for tying one of the hotel’s enormous bath towels around her like a sarong.
No, that wasn’t right. He liked her to be bold, outrageous, even. Sarah changed the big towel for a smaller one that she knotted very low around her hips. There! Lots of torso on show, pert breasts, narrow waist, sweetly curved belly, bare down well below her navel to within an inch of her mound, and one long leg exposed to her hip.
When she went into the other room John was in a hotel robe and holding two flutes of champagne. His eyebrows lifted when he saw her. ‘Nice!’
She sketched a little curtsey and almost lost her towel. John handed her a flute and sat in the room’s only armchair. He patted his thigh.
‘Another spanking?’ she asked.
‘Not right now. Come sit on my lap.’
He really was a remarkable man. They’d had debauched, depraved, illegal-in-some-states sex, and now he was being romantic. She perched on his knee. He pulled her deeper into his lap and wrapped her in his strong arms. Champagne slopped from her flute onto the outer curve of her left breast. John lapped it off but didn’t lick any further, though her nipple would have welcomed his tongue. He seemed content to simply cuddle for now. Sarah was sure that would change but meanwhile, she would enjoy the sweetness of the moment.
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